The video below is of Evan and I cutting the cake at our baby shower to find out the gender of our babies. So glad we have this on video, it was such an amazing experience!
Enjoy!
** Warning, this is going to be a long post, so shut off the TV, get out your reading glasses and a cup of tea. I think I've been having tiny little panic attacks. That might be catastrophising things, but sometimes it's just hard to breathe for a few minutes. Stress is high these days. I'm pretty sure it's the kind of stress I am putting on myself, which I know because I think un-normal things like "Sleep is so annoying, I don't know why I have to waste time sleeping." and "I should write a book". I mean, comeon. How's the diet going you ask? Don't even get me started, we had donuts for breakfast. I've actually realized that I need to be appreciated, and until the babies came, I was regularly appreciated at work or at school because I am an overachiever and would go above and beyond to gain kudos. Now I am appreciated in a completely different way by Evan, the babies and both of our families. It feels different though. ...
As all of you parents know, coming up with dinner ideas to keep the fam excited, is hard to do. it is even harder if you have someone who has food restrictions, or, like me, is just trying to eat healthier. Almost every day, Evan says "what's for dinner?" and 1 of two things happen. I irritably reply "I don't know Evan, why don't you help me think of something?" Or, I say "I'm not sure, baby, let me find something that looks good." and then this leads into a 2 hour sort through Pinterest - the black hole of all websites, followed by a 3 store grocery shopping extravaganza to find all the right ingredients. The question came up the other night, and as I was milling about my "food fantasies" pin board, I found a Shepherds Pie that looked like a big warm hug. Big warm hugs of food are what make me pack on weight like a bear heading into hibernation, so I thought I'd try a lighter version. The good news is - it was AMA...
Inevitably you will run into moments in your life where you have to talk to your kids about "the hard stuff". I had to figure this out when I was diagnosed with cancer, two months after our third child was born. Luckily I have a Masters Degree in Clinical Counseling and have a fair amount of time working with kids in the clinical context. I also grew up in a home that was very open, and no topic was off limits, so I learned the value of openness in the home at a very early age. I was the kid on the elementary school playground, who was teaching my friends about periods, erections and sex, using anatomical terms. Both in and out of the therapy office, I have parents asking me how to talk to their kids about "adult" issues, and I tend to rely on the same suggestions, so here I am sharing them with you. You Are More Uncomfortable Than Your Child Is Hands down, the adult is always more uncomfortable than the kid is. If you listen carefully to the conve...
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